The Genie in the lamp,
the fire at your camp,
burnt out like our parents did.
They raise us on these lies,
no one gets the prize,
or if they do the lustre fades.
I just need one thing,
to pour some meaning in,
I ran to you and off you ran.
Your brown eyes are quicksand,
dragging me to dry land,
reel me I’m reeling,
water down this feeling.
She levels me like rum,
love can strike me dumb,
but wiser men have wanted less.
The tortoise never ran,
the rabbit really can,
no one’s ever won that race.
They teach us cut and dry,
what a fucking lie,
nothing’s ever black or white.
I just need one thing,
to pour some meaning in,
I ran to you and off you ran.
Your brown eyes are quicksand,
dragging me to dry land,
reel me I’m reeling,
water down this feeling.
Darling don’t you know I,
got nowhere to go I,
shot myself in my foot,
And bled a path to you.
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